That Time I Hooked Up with a Male Model

College!

Dec 4, 2013

Katie St. Onge is a junior at The Fashion Institute of Technology. She is part of Cosmopolitan.com's newly launched contributor network. Find out how you can write for Cosmo.

The Fashion Institute of Technology, where I attended college, was recently ranked the number one worst college to meet single guys (thanks Cosmo). On a day-to-day basis I witnessed boys in my classes that wore higher heels than I did. Saying that finding guys to date at my school was slim pickings is an understatement.

As a fashion-obsessed student, my friends and I took full advantage of New York Fashion Week during my freshmen year. Not only for the amazeballs clothes but also for the flock of male models that had arrived in New York City. I'll never forget the night I met German at an NYC club. It was love at first sight. And by that I mean he was one of the only straight guys I had eye contact with in over a month! We immediately hit it and off and I was happy to have some male attention.

We had a great night together partying with friends. Our night ended with a kiss and an exchange of numbers. I was super excited when I heard from him again 5 months later when he was in town for spring fashion week. He told me he had moved to NYC and was living in Brooklyn with other male models. That was enough to convince my friends to make the trek over to Brooklyn on a cold, February night, which happened to be Valentine's Day. Manhattan inhabitants know how much of an adventure, and struggle, it is to go to Brooklyn.

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I immediately began to imagine what German's apartment looked like. I figured he was a prestigious model and was put up in a nice place. But, when we arrived, my dreams of a plush apartment were immediately destroyed. We walked into a dark, cramped apartment where at least six models were living. They had wine bottles all over the apartment that were being used as candle holders just to allow enough light in the room to see each other. My memories of German were a little fuzzy but yes, he still did look amazing and I was not so worried about his apartment anymore, which was not too shy of a complete shithole.

The models proceeded to tell my friends and I the adventures they encountered while running around Brooklyn trying to find furniture on the street to fill their apartment. I then realized the leather couch I was sitting on was found in a neighbor's trash pile. It was official—my glamorous idea of a NYFW model was crushed. But of course, being a deprived FIT student, I was willing to look past the couch thing.

Our night ended with German taking me up to the roof of his building and giving me a Valentine's Day kiss overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Now I definitely didn't care about the nasty apartment and gross street furniture. Hey, I was 18. Rooftop kisses were about as equivalent as a romantic getaway to Paris.

The following weekend German invited me over to his apartment to sleepover. I had only lived in New York City for a few months and was nervous about traveling to Brooklyn by myself. But once again, I was a deprived FIT student and he was a hot male model. I dolled myself up and headed to the subway station. After trying to remember the route to this apartment, I ended up getting lost in downtown Manhattan (thanks to late night subway changes!) before giving up and taking a cab. $25 later I was standing in German's doorway ready for an exciting night that was just as romantic as our last. We laid down together on his bed, high school style, while he chose an action movie that was filled with blood (real romantic, right?) on Netflix.

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Before I knew it we weren't really watching the movie anymore (thank God). Everything started out great but soon made a turn for the worst. My romantic evening turned into one of the worst nights ever. We began to hook up and it was SO awkward and I even noticed he was skinnier than me! He did all the classic horrible guy moves—complete with pushing my head down onto him and refusing to kiss me after I went down on him (ladies, you know what I mean!) Right after we had sex, he asked me what my favorite part was. I wanted to scream and say it was completely repulsive. I would have gotten up right then and ran home but I was all the way in Brooklyn and it was 2am. I was trapped.

I'll never forget this encounter with German because it was the day I realized male models aren't all they're cracked up to be. From that moment on, I was completely content with being an FIT student.

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